The curve winds around Like a snake that slithers Underneath my veins I can’t feel the motion Or understand why It’s wrapping itself Around my everyday But it’s dragging me From my focus And pulling me From my slumber Waiting inside my joints Trying to convince me It’s all hopeless
I don’t write much anymore. I haven’t needed to. I started my blog years ago as a way of releasing the voices in my head that had grown so loud I couldn’t trust reality anymore. These voices played havoc on my relationships and nearly cost me my life. At the time I had a friendship…
One day they just left A few words were thrown Landing across faces Crashing through windows Plummeting to the floor And scattering like beads Stepped on and kicked Before settling silent To be swept out the door And they followed Not bothering to close The door behind them
If the ghosts hadn’t fallen Before we’d met Would they have taken us Further from ourselves? Had they not been slain Would we find ourselves Crushed and broken Beneath invisible claims? Would we have found The truth of who we are Had we not sliced them Gut to throat with honesty And accountability? I think…
I’m paralyzed Inside thoughts I’ve overanalyzed Finding demons I’ve devised I’m not surprised It’s an everyday Compromised and Fertilized in fear And perfectly Standardized Inside my mind Clarified and Glorified amen My logic vaporized An ineffective virucide No longer quarantined And left to colonize Inside your love *I was thinking about Alien today and wanted…
I can’t keep up Though I step up And throw down Every single second I’m struggling Just to show up Trying not to give up And people keep Speaking and screaming And I keep on Dodging the words That they keep on Spitting up But I’m scared dude Mother fucking Full of fear accrued Amplified…
I’m a big fan of honesty. I think if we hurt we should speak. We shouldn’t suffer in silence. But I have learned, over and over again, not every feeling or emotion needs to see the light of day in order for us to heal. In fact, voicing certain feelings can be harmful to other…
She sat wondering what he saw in her She wasn’t the colorful person anymore The one that laughed louder than most Danced until her legs gave way to gravity She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels She wasn’t that girl anymore She was too old, too…
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